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Enter: Into an Isekai World

Posted up for Cu, and since you guys are in dialogue I didn't give you guys anything. When you want to advance to the next "checkpoint" let me know.

Enter: Into an Isekai World

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The berries Junchiro would sample seemed pretty innocent, so perhaps he was lucky. Their flavor reminded him of the Japanese strawberry, the Amaou, but these looked more like blueberries than they did a strawberry. Still, these wild berries that had been collected were quite delicious albeit quite sweet. If they were harmful it wasn’t from any sort of toxin. After his meal, if he were to pick up a pot lid he would notice it would be quite light to his touch, but not weightless. Something about it felt right, though he wouldn’t be able to pinpoint what exactly that would be.

Otherwise, the camp would have little else for him.

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

Location: Ifrise Forest, Sovereignty of Dryadalis

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“I’m fine.” Pythia managed as she winced.

Malum magicks were the most unpredictable and versatile of any other element. Overuse came with a lot of consequences, especially if someone was mentally or emotionally compromised. The other elements had their drawback in similar states, but none were as toxic as malum.

It almost made the red-haired girl wonder why Sol invented such an element and bestowed it upon people and flora alike. Her mentor had called it the cursed element and every single time she had been hit by a malum magi she wondered if it was superstition or truth. The air was dense and tasted of rot, the energy itself when it touched your skin felt like it was trying to twist your bones and muscles out of place, and worst of all was in a liquid or static form it felt equally as gross, like laying in a tub of worms. How did it feel to be born with such an element?

Pythia did not know nor care, all she knew her body had been surging with pain and that she felt gross. The viscous, goo-like malum matter was still on the sleeve of her longcoat and Pythia gripped the cloths seams as strong as she could with her other arm before she tore it off outright before tossing it a few feet away from her.

“Sol, I hate Malum magi.” She grumbled as she attempted to get to her feet, her grip on her sword’s sheath even tighter than before. “Such an abhorrent magic.”

She may have not showed it but the blonde inquisitor was not one she was unthankful to. Sure, there had been a miscalculation in the fight but all of them were used to fighting alone give-or-take and strategic problems were going to arise. At the very least she could tell Lazulin and Pagonia had cornered the insane magi after it had gone after Clara in a snap decision. It was probably good that everyone hadn’t huddled together. This was not to say the fight in the woods had left her or anyone else unscratched. Most of them, save for Lazulin, had been coaxing some kind of injury. Though given the advanced age that Etoile seemed to be, the teenager wondered how she was handling hers.

“What about you? You aren’t going to bleed out after this, are you?” She chuckled smugly, though such a release from her stoic attitude was brief.

Her eyes still on the scene with the magi Pythia moved to touch her now exposed forearm with her free hand. The explosion of malum energy hadn’t left any burns or scars, but she felt it in her arm like a virus. She was sore and numb, if she were to use that arm for combat she would not be at full strength. That wasn’t even counting how exhausted she had been due to using a lot of her energy to save Zestasia earlier or the amount of fulgur blasts she had tried to use against the magi. She wasn’t completely done and exhausted, but she no longer had the vigor she had when she jumped off of the barge to seek out the magi. Had she gone alone she may have died. This magi, as young as she was, was way stronger than she was.

Such a thought made the red-haired girl angry. She had trained so hard and she wasn’t on this random, insane magi’s level. How was she going to get her vengeance against far more dangerous inquisitors if this was the case? She ran her tongue against one of her canines in contemplation. She needed to focus; she needed to train more. She had been slacking.

“Well, if you are able to walk that's all I care about.” She remarked to Etoile, adding onto her previous statement, her smug smirk gone from her lips.

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

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“Always be smarter. Inquisitors are insidious and will not hesitate.”

Lasiseia's mothers words in her head seemed to taunt her. The brown-haired woman hadn’t been struck by an enemy in any meaningful way in weeks. Maybe months. She had mistook the tall woman’s hesitation for cowardice and as a result had been sent back into an old oak tree, causing the bark to splinter upon impact. Pain surged in her body as she noticed other members of the backline seem to spring to her defense as the one’s in the frontline gathered their bearings. She had hoped to take one of her enemies out while the lightning girl recovered. She hadn’t been successful.

This became evident as two men seemed to close in on her. One with white hair and the other blonde.

“Look. You’re outnumbered.” The one who smelled of her magic started, “Besides, you know you’ve lost. The spell should be breaking down soon and you are out of birds and whatever else. Just walk away before somebody gets hurt for real.”

Lasiseia gritted her teeth as the magical energies in her magi’s circle seemed to be weakening by the minute. This guy must’ve broken it all down after taking care of the treant. It made sense. He was a malum magi just like she was so he could tell. He could feel the energy she poured into the animals that had done her bidding and ultimately he was close to being right. She did have little left in her bag of tricks and even with her mind cloudy she could understand that much. But she didn’t believe him for a minute that they’d just let her walk away. Not after nearly killing three of their ilk. She wasn’t going to rot in a magi prison.

“Your offer is interesting, if it was remotely true.”

She looked down at her rings on her fingers and began to channel her magic through it as she stood up.

“It’s not a lie.”

And then she paused, looking at the swordsman beside him. “So, you fools are just going to let me walk away. After I almost killed your friends? Who is to say I will not be pursued, or rather, I won't return to finish you weaklings off? After all, you did ruin my perfect ambush on Fasarus.”

Delbrook Academy High School

Well shoot. Looks like that summer of being braindead creatively is just coming back to bite me. Let me know if a spot opens up in here, eh?

@NeoAJ

Couldn't hurt to make a sheet at this point. We still have a few empty seats in the seating chart and I personally can and will vouch for you.

Enter: Into an Isekai World

If Hokum doesn't do a quick reaction I'll do a GM post in the next 24, probably.

Extracriminal

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It was the sort of situation that Meora Voskovec wasn’t used to.

For most of her life, Meora had been her father’s protégé and second-hand. She didn’t really deal with the contracts or other people. She had her target and her role, but it was here in New York City where she would have to make adjustments to what she was used to. The Senior, a mysterious old man—she assumed—detailing who she would be working with, roughly, and where they would be working out of. Was this a permanent situation? Should she have just ignored the message in the first place? Hard gamble. Especially when people who knew her father were starting to end up in body bags. A secure job was a secure job and in the worst case of all scenarios she could just dip.

She had gone over the dossiers, or well, half-of-a-dossiers. Teammates and their skillsets. No real information other than that and their handler. She supposed that the composition of the team made sense despite not knowing exactly what their assignment would be. She was a thief and subterfuge expert and she’d be working alongside extraction specialists, someone skilled with demolitions, and a few others. The easiest conclusion would be theft, but theft on what scale? More information would come with time. She needed to be patient and cautious. It didn’t take much time for her to consider all of the information she had and locating the “base” of operations. Unfortunately, she only knew pieces of Mandarin and Cantonese. Not enough for even conversational interactions, so she had to hope the man behind the counter wouldn’t try to get chatty with her as she followed the instructions that had been recorded on tape.

As the wall opened up and she slinked downward into the secret area it appeared that others had arrived before she did. She scoped them out, but kept her comments to herself, at least for the time being.

There was a remark by one of them about being on one of the ‘serial killer shows’ and Meora almost chuckled, but decided to keep her stoic demeanor.

“There are worse ways to go out.” She commented before finding herself a place in the room where her back was to a wall and could see all of the people she’d be working with. People she couldn’t trust, which at the moment meant pretty much all of them.

What Are You Listening To?

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

No no, I said I think it's the best one!

@Fabricant451

I really need to re-educate you at some point, Fab.

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

with an amateurish story

Nah